Former Fat Boys - She's Getting Ready lyrics

Locked out once again, i'll freeze Knockin with my tail between my knees Didn't wanna have to, but don't wanna sit Locked out looking homeless in front of my apartment So i knock knock knock on her door And then i'm drippin soakin wet on her kitchen floor Been here before, just her and me and while she's getting ready, i'm watchin TV And she tosses me a towel from her closet Tells me to dry wet hair I smile and i nod and she smiles like she cares But doesn't know, or doesn't let on she knows That this towels stolen from the hotel where we used go Sweatpants and a t-shirt that used to be mine What a b**h but she still looks good to me and thats why I didn't wanna come here, didn't wanna have to be seeing her live her life where I'm just memory she's getting ready I'm not ready to see She's getting ready and its not for me And shes gabbin on her cell phone Talking to her girls, my girls, well they used to be my girls too Funny, not ha ha, but kinda it seems that she's Holding up perfectly no stress at the seems She pops a bottle of red wine, pours herself a gla** "would you like one?" "no thanks, i'm okay, I'll pa**" I wanted scream yes, why didn't I say that grab her hold her tell her I wanted her back I've tried that, not me it was her, she said, sure, It never is me, too nice, i've heard those words A million times, last guy beat her up good, she thinks why I wouldn't if the other one could Breathe out breathe in I can hear her start the shower, i can hear her get in I can hear the water runnin I can picture her there I can still feel between my fingers Her long wet hair hair And the water turns off the flashback fades Door opens she flies out steam invades great, just hangin, twiddle thumbs to an old Friends thinking bout when we were good like Radiohead at the bends And i tip tip toe to the back The bathroom door's been left open a crack And she's on her phone talking sweetly to her new me Replacement $ucks** couldn't be anything but a groupie She's got her hair up in towels She's throwing round clothes Foot on sink shaving her legs close About to paint her toes Back tattoo of a rose shows 99 problems, 98 are hoes too much, decide to sit in the rain so I lie Yell from the living room "my roommates home, thanks, bye" She comes out dressed to the nines "I'm leaving too, feel free to stop by anytime"